the magical dumpster

Yagh. I don't even know where to begin. Now that they're done painting the building, we can put our things (and pets) back out onto the lanai. But this requires several moves that must be oh-so-strategically planned. First, we have to move my old writing desk to an off-site storage space, a move that in itself requires clearing entire hallway - and, even before that - sending written notice to the RM so we can use the padded elevator. Which is stupid, because the one elevator is padded 24/7/365 so why we need to submit a written document 48 hours prior to moving our stuff to ensure the padding of the elevator is really beyond me, but so is our RM in general. I don't understand anything about him, from his poor diction to his use of sarcasm at totally inappropriate times to his supposed function around this place. But now I am slightly off-topic. After we move the desk, we need to move the old chaise back out. The chaise pretty much belongs to K and Callie already, but since we had to temporarily move it in for the painting, we've been cruising on it, in sweet oblivion/denial of how disgusting it probably is from having been stored outside for so long. And should we rip up the turf before moving anything? You see, it's complicated.

The spectacular mess you see - I don't even know where to begin in describing it, much less in taking it apart and straightening it up. I want to fold and retire the wire kennel outside, but that requires setting up the pets' spot outside. Which of course requires the moving of the desk and all that hoo-ha. So maybe I could start with this corner of the living (room) universe - but again with the where? Wish I had 1) a magical dumpster that we could chuck anything and everything into, 2) know-how concerning the hanging of art and spackling of holes in the wall, 3) quadruple the shelving I currently have; 4) a better grasp of the middle ground between "Hell, I'll do this, this, and this myself!" and "Honey, do ..."

The bathroom and kitchen seem to the the only two spots in the whole apartment that I manage to consistently keep decent. Every day vacuum, every day Swiffer Wet-Jet the floors. Every day clean out the catbox. Every day Clorox the countertops. Every day straighten the as-yet-unused spice rack and heavily-used knife block. Every day wipe mineral makeup off the bathroom counter. Every day run the garbage disposal with a little slice of lime thrown in. It's soothing; I look forward to these things because these are messes I can deal with. Disinfecting chopping mats, yes. Figuring out what to do with two boxes of drinking glasses and faux koa serving dishes we can no longer keep in the kitchen cupboards and so are now stored on an armchair in the living room, big fat NO.

The other day, just about done in by stresses and messes, he pretty much yelled in frustration (in regard to the sorry state of our apartment) "And where are we going to put the CRIB?!" ... an interesting query, sort of irrelevant until God knows when, but interesting nonetheless. Where would we put a crib? Where, for that matter, would we put the second bookshelf I'm lobbying for? Where can we put the vacuum cleaner we already have, which has no real home right now, and so just sort of hangs out wherever we leave it when we're done vacuuming? Where can we put all of the things we have, need, and will in the future need and have, besides in the Magical Dumpster right now?

Time to stop blogging and start moving.